Mark Webber's new movie The End of Love features his two-year-old son Isaac unwittingly acting in a movie while real actors who know that they're acting in a movie try to improvise reactions to the toddler's variably coherent outbursts. However, no matter what sort of awkward, demented randomness a child's brain can generate, I'm willing to bet that nothing Isaac shouts, cries, or mumbles throughout this movie is half as awkward as his father professing his love to a bewildered Shannyn Sossamon.